Bushwick Bill - Copper To Cash Lyrics
[ VERSE 1 ]Money, money, money, mutha*****in greenReach inside my pocket, I don't feel it, and I wanna screamNigga, give it up, cause I want every penny in your pocketAnd your ass is goin down if you tell me you ain't got itI gotta make a profit in that Nickel WardCause I ain't with bein broke and times are gettin hardI pull the gat and hit the boulevard huntin for a victimCatch him slippin, pop the clip in, and then I get himWhen in mama's womb I was doomed, destined for povertyAnd no nigga in the ghetto about to win a lotterySo what does it bother me to knock a nigga off?I'm educated, in a robbery, *****, I'm the bossMr. Lawman is quick to call this action a crimeBecause they can't tax robbery, they don't get a dimeEverything'd be fine if I was working 9 to 5But I can't get that kinda job, I ain't 5 ft. highSince they don't realize that my size ain't shitI'm gonna gaffle em and baffle em until my bank getsTo the maximum, I get the gat then i'm after them fastGoin for bad, goin from copper to cash Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y'all[ VERSE 2 ]When I started writin lyrics it was like a religion to meCause when I seen the mic, you're *****in right, I was kickin it, geeKnew that it was somethin that was gonna last a lifetimeWhen I pushed my homework aside so I could write rhymesI sat in class hypnotized, my mind in a dazePretendin Bushwick Bill rippin up a stageBut back in the days Little Bill was soft as jelloAnd hard work pays, now I'm the hardest mutha*****a in the ghettoI assured I got the rhymes that was popular at timesBut I hadn't got my name on the dotted lineI couldn't pay the dime, mama worked parttimeIt made me so mad, I sat down and wrote hard rhymesI ??? cause I couldn't pay the feeThen my boy gave me a ki, in a week I made a gPretty soon I was laughin in a mansion makin profitsPuttin half in the bank, keepin half in my pocketsCops were hopin, cops were hopin they could get me netThey be promoted to a captain for the big arrestI wasn't slippin, I was givin the blues the bluesCause I refused to lose, I grabbed the booze and cruisedUp the avenue, laughin at the people in schoolCause they broke as a mutha*****a talkin bout a golden ruleYou're sayin I'm a fool for droppin outI'm makin millions, well daddy, what you're talkin bout?I remember scrapin up pennies for the 4-double oz'sNow my refigerator's full of Olde EI used to only rap on the schoolyardNow I'm in the studio droppin lyrics too hardI took the road to the riches in a dashLeft my competators at last, they run from copper to cash Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y'all[ VERSE 3 ]A lotta people didn't think that it could happenThey all started laughin when I told em I'd be rappinBut now I'm cashin in big checks from the Rap-A-LotBill's gettin paid, now it's my turn to laugh a lotI live the life that a lotta niggas dream ofI sit back and smoke cess in a steam tubI got *****es and *****es and *****es and *****esAnd more *****es on my dick, they like the size of my pocketsBut I ain't cuttin for a stinky piece of pearl tongueShe makes a move for my wallet, and the girl's hungCause when you're broke, you're a joke, but when you get cashThem mutha*****in stink hoes want halfSo all of you funky-ass hoes can kissMy Geto-Boy-midget-mind-of-a-lunatic-*****-a-war-can't-be-stopped-size-ain't-shit-Other-level-rap-a-lot-copper-to-cash-dickBut if you just wanna ***** meYeah aight, aight, you can suck a nigga's Chuckie Some people will try to jack you Some people will even kill you So give it to em, y'all
